A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born

the one who picked the

Rouemn, there was a simple building with windows that had a Light green wooden

currently snowy, so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa

year round, no matter how beautiful

the window, looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital gown

almost

still alive. He had lived two months longer

a glass of water

medicine,” Peter reminded him in a

he had not heard

stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the

when he

time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans

favorite

to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have been

began to fumble in his pocket for

stopped and shook

it

call her,” he said to

give Cecilia too

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the

“Please take your medicine.

can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You

from him and swallowed them without a

on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on

Mark looked

phone got weaker and weaker until he finally

nowadays. This time, he

He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia

almost given up

had lived two months longer

with a glass of water and medicine in

medicine,” Peter reminded him in

seemed like he had not

After a while, he murmured, “Today

when he heard

“Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans

her favorite

a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call

Mark heard this, he began to fumble in

stopped and shook

about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called

not call her,”

didn’t have to give

he stepped forward and handed him the glass

“Please take your medicine.

pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you

the medicines from him

lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on the

she was done, Mark

on his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally fell

rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time,

Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and

much like

a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she got caught

this Cecilia in his dream was so

gently stroked his

this point, Mark

hospital room were white,

gently closed his

he needed to have more

cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was

gone to buy the

a plump foreign nurse was

really wanted to return home. He missed his

Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the

couldn’t change anything

he would never give up as long

Cecilia still continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He would never

to stay strong and fight his

now, he was finding it difficult

bed and started to make paper

that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to

said he wanted to go there because he

trembled as

Peter came back to the

on his way,

like I’m just in time. The pumpkin pies are

just then, he saw the paper planes Mark had been making and he pursed his

paper planes and smiled

of

only actually took a Little

not more than a

his mouth, he put down the spoon

his eyes

home and have a family reunion,”

Angela’s Library

you will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But

could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was a call

was around 4

looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t

Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in

broke into

silly boy,”

decided to answer the phone. It

voice sounded a

him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name is Olivia.

had given birth to a girl that had

so violently that he couldn’t

Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses

Mark closed his eyes.

see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of the baby

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

no matter what, I

entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a

the first half of his life. He didn’t

Mark sniffed and put down the

call, he never even dared to ask to

been standing in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one

“What happened?” he asked.

of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a

and he did a fist

said

first day of the new year. And

and began to stroke

to fly back home to see

Angela’s Library

glance would be

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